[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 35: 035

Song Yuan bowed his head inadvertently, only to find that Rong Hong had a bag in his hand, which belongs to the People's Hospital of this city, and looked like a case list.

Both were already friends, and Song Yuan wouldn't care about her, pointed to the case list, and asked, "Are you sick at home?"

Rong Huan looked down and looked at the case list in his hand. He shook his head with a smile, "It's not my family, it's me."

It's Song Yuan's turn next time, and she whispered, and then asked him later, "Are you sick? You don't look like a patient."

She was telling the truth. She didn't think this Mr. Xie looked like a patient. He looked very healthy.

"I can't be considered sick." Rong Hong seemed to be afraid of disturbing others. He lowered his voice involuntarily, with a light smile on his face. "I had an accident this year. I was hurt, almost dead. Fortunately, a kind person sent me to the hospital in time to recover my life, but it may be a brain injury, many things I do n't remember after waking up. This time, here, too I heard that there are experts, and my family wants me to come here to relax. "

He talked about the experience lightly.

Song Yuan was frightened.

It always feels thrilling, but if she hasn't experienced it herself, it's hard to believe that it will happen in her life. After all, this stalk of amnesia is only seen in TV series.

Looking at Rong Hong's gentle face with a faint bewilderment, she felt the same way, "I can understand that it must be very bad to lose memory."

"I just feel guilty and worry my family. After all, I forget everything when I wake up. Even my relatives do n't remember, my mother has been uncomfortable for a long time." Rong Yue also said, "Miss Song, seems to be in In front of you, I can say my true thoughts without burden. I'm not afraid of your jokes. It feels really bad to lose memory. For example, facing my parents, I also feel strange. It doesn't seem to be mine. Loved ones. "

Will this be the case with amnesia?

Song Yuan could not understand this point. When she first met Rong Ting, she was unfamiliar, but she also felt uncomfortable when she saw that Rong Ting was uncomfortable. She was a child who was unfamiliar. Like ... This is probably the blood of mother and child.

Song Yuan couldn't help but comfort Rong Hong. "Mr. Xie, that's okay. Modern medicine is so developed, maybe it won't take you long to remember it."

Rong Hong laughed. "After these months, I also looked away. Of course, it is best to think of it. It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. The most important thing is to grasp the moment. Sometimes I also think about and forget some unhappy ones, maybe It's a good thing. "

"You can think that way is the best." Seeing Rongzhen so open and transparent, Song Yuan no longer worried about him.

"That's right." Rong Huan was carrying a bag in his hand, and he handed it to her with a smile. "It was from a friend. I don't think I could use it. I don't know if your son is studying calligraphy. If your son has this intention, let him practice. "

Song Yuan took it over, and when she saw the packaging and texture of the copybook, she knew that it was of great value. Of course, she was embarrassed to accept it.

Rong Ye smiled and said, "I don't have any children, and I don't have any children who learn calligraphy at home. It's a waste to put it with me. Keep it. It's a gift for my son."

He said so, and Song Yuan never refused again. "Thank you, it's really a coincidence. My son likes to write brush calligraphy. I don't boast. He really writes very well. The training here I took him to the class. He said that his teacher was not good enough. There was no way. My dad was also contacting Beijing. I heard that there was a very good calligrapher. When I saw it, could I go to the door to worship the calligraphy? Home is a teacher. "